The Bucket List || Larry

4: Contest Winners

You'd think winning a stupid giveaway on Tumblr would be easy, but it's just not. No wonder Louis put it on his bucket list. The task is impossible. Like, do people even win them, ever? Or is that just a myth?

Louis sighs as he furiously types on his computer, searching through endless giveaways of useless crap, but it doesn't matter what it is, he just has to win. Harry is beside him on his own laptop, looking over at Louis' screen occasionally to see if he has found anything of interest.

"This fucking- ugh," Harry grunts, frustrated at something on his screen. A giveaway that requires a credit card number. Yeah, right.

"Same," Louis mumbles, huffing as he keeps looking. There's one he thinks is good, but then sees that the post has over a thousand notes, and there is no way Louis is going to try and win that one.

"Got it!" Harry suddenly exclaims, bringing his hands straight up into the air and forming his big hands into fists, like a sort of victory pose.

Louis looks up, eyebrows raised in amusement and question. "You win something?"

Harry points at his screen, says, "No, but look. You have to be the first to reblog it and nobody has reblogged it yet. Here, you do it."

Harry places his laptop closer to Louis, and Louis almost cries at Harry's remembrance, knowing that Louis would rather do it himself, even if it is on a different account. He clicks reblog, and the note count changes from 0 to 1 just like that. Now, they wait for a message from the host that tells him they won.

Louis looks over the prize and laughs. Naked 3 palette, it says. He's pretty sure that's something makeup related. Brilliant.

"Well," Louis says, chuckling lightly as he looks at Harry. "I guess this is a sign that we should become drag queens."

And then Harry's cracking up, a loud bark of laughter escaping through his open mouth. Louis thinks he looks just like a lion. Or maybe a kitten. Yeah, that works.

It wasn't even that funny, really, but Harry seems to think it was the funniest thing he's ever heard, eyes squeezing shut as he laughs even harder. It's nice, the sound. He wouldn't mind making silly remarks all the time if it meant hearing Harry's laugh as a result.

Once Harry has calmed down enough that his face isn't breaking because of his grin, Louis coughs awkwardly and goes back to the laptop. There's a little 1 next to the message icon on Harry's computer. Louis clicks it.

'Congratulations! You've just won the Naked 3 Palette, the perfect gift for that special someone (or yourself)...'

Harry shrugs and takes the computer, typing in his information so that the palette can be mailed to them. The host says it will be there in one to two weeks. Louis feels accomplished.

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A total of two and a half week later, their makeup arrives. Harry laughs when Louis calls him and tells him he feels pretty.

"You are pretty," Harry says, then goes dead silent right after, probably snapping his mouth closed to stop himself from saying anything more. There's a long pause where Louis is blushing and covering his mouth with his hand to stop himself from squealing like a little girl, and then, "I mean, uh, you're pretty cool. Y'know."

Louis shakes his head and chuckles, biting his lips and sighing into the phone. He wants to cry and scream at the same time because why is Harry like this, why does he have to be this way, why?

"Ah, I am very much aware of how cool I am, indeed."

"Shut up," Harry responds. Louis can hear his smile transfer into his words.

There's another moment of silence in which Louis takes the time to close his eyes and breathe. Harry seems to have literally taken his breath away. It's like. He's known Harry for a while, but has just now started to really know him. Talk to him, that is. He wonders why he never took the time to talk to the kid back in high school. He wants to know everything; Louis wants to know what Harry's favorite food is, how his family is, if he has any siblings, where he was born, and just. He wants to know it all, as odd as it may sound. He just wants- no, needs, to learn everything there is to learn about Harry Styles. Louis hopes that he'll maybe, possibly let him into those parts of his life, the stupid parts, the important parts, and even the little things like if he likes to wear fuzzy socks or not (what? Louis does himself. He could probably lend Harry a few pairs if he wanted).

"So, um," Louis says, clearing his throat when his voice cracks. "I was thinking we could do the next thing sometime this week?"

Harry hums in response. He asks which one Louis wants to do, to which Louis responds with,

"Streaking. Get ready to see some arse, Styles."

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HELLO

I already have the next chapter written out so I'll post that either today or tomorrow. I've been writing like crazy lately. Between the fic exchange, this, Dead Boy, and Complicated, I always have something to work on. I quite like it. But this chapter was boring and uneventful, so I apologize for that. Next chapter should be entertaining.

QOTC: tell me about your crush!!